Kenneth let out a lazy laugh when he heard that. “Grandpa, really, don’t bother.”
Charlotte was basically already someone else’s, and Robert was still trying to send her gifts. If he ever found out the truth, he’d probably get so mad he’d end up in the hospital.
“Just take the gifts, enough with the nonsense.” Samantha slapped Kenneth’s hand, giving him a look. “It’s for Charlotte’s good.”
“Alright.” Kenneth leaned back in his chair, grinning. Honestly, everyone seemed so eager to push Charlotte toward Anthony. He almost felt bad for them. Once the truth came out, he hoped they wouldn’t regret it.
…
After lunch, Samantha kept Charlotte in the living room all afternoon, chatting nonstop. Her two sons sat awkwardly off to the side, pretty much ignored. Only when Charlotte looked like she was about to fall asleep did Samantha finally let her go back to her room.
Charlotte had barely sat down and picked up her phone when someone knocked on the door. Roger came in, holding a glass of fresh juice, a gentle smile in his eyes. “Got a minute to talk?”
“Sure, sit.” Charlotte curled up on the sofa, propping her chin in her hand. She looked relaxed, almost lazy, but there was something powerful in her eyes that made Roger pause. For a second, he remembered her in an autopsy room, calmly dissecting a body like it was nothing, steadier than any doctor he’d ever seen. He still couldn’t wrap his head around how someone so young could carry herself with that much confidence.



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